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Name: christo101
Birthday: Aug 16 1991
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Wed, 20 Feb 2013


Membership: Member

Personal Bio
i am here to learn make new friends and grow i dont like to screw around when it comes to magic i respect it and love it and feel the need to know and practice alot more than i already do

im 21 gay and proud so please no haters and im a leo mwaz ppl


I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.

I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.

I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.

I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.

I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.

I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.

I don't care if you're different, everybody is.

Repost this if you agree with it.


My name is Chris

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I cant do a wrong

I cant speak at all

Or else Im locked up

All day long.

When Im awake Im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From "Charlie's" bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

Im so afraid now

Im starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"Im sorry!" I scream,

But its now much too late.

His face has been twisted

Into an unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

Post if your against child abuse.


Try not to cry

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, ''Mommy, I love you''.

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech

Students Who Were Lost

Try Not to Cry

Please if you would,

Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say ''Good-bye''.


The girl you just called fat? She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for his country. That boy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. Put this as your status if you're against bullying. I bet 95 % of you wont re-post this but the 5% of you who will might start a chain reaction.


1 of every 10 people born is gay. That means 1 of every 10 people is instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more.. all for something they didn't ask for. Many gay teens are committing suicide as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who they ...are, put this on your profile, most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will.


(Made by PsychoImages)

Think about this... You just got home from a bad day at work or school and you really wanna cry, but no tears come out. So you feel remorse for yourself and you did nothing wrong except for letting those people hurt you. You get up to go get something but then before you walk out, you look at your dresser. You start thinking and start walking towards it then you stop "What are you doing," you think, "you don't need to." Underneath all those nice, warm, fluffy, socks is a note you've written over and over. And next to it, a blade, the on that brings memories of pain. You go get the glass of water you were gonna get earlier and go to the medicine cabinet. You get the Ibuprofen, take 2 out, and go get the water and sip them down. You shut off the light, and lay down. You drift to sleep. Today your light saved you. If you can keep working, your light won't go out. Your light can burn very bright. SO LET IT!


Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother/sister knocks on your door to come tell you dinner is ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he/she sees is you laying on your bed, so he/she thinks you're asleep. He/she tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother/sister, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that "Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up." Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls/guys, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy/girl that used to tease you and call you names, he/she can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He/she can't handle it. He/she breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's/he's in shock. She can't believe it. She/he knew what you were going through, but she/he never thought it would get that bad. Bad enough for you to end it. She/he can't cry, she/he can't feel anything. She/he stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl/guy with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother/sister still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's/she's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his/her big sister/brother, you were supposed to always be there for him/her. Your best friend, she/he stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she/he just loses it. She/he cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls/guys have eating disorders now. That boy/girl that used to tease you cuts himself/herself. Your ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls/guys. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She/he tried to kill herself/himself. She/he didn't succeed like you did, but she/he tried. Your brother/sister? He/she finally found out the truth about your death. He/she self harms, cries at night, doing exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care


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